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GT stuck his ginger head through the kitchen window of the log cabin in rural Canada. ‘Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?!’ he demanded to know. He had no idea that the ‘English squatters’ now … Continue reading →

Goodness knows why we sold our beautifully proportioned Georgian Edinburgh New Town flat. Now, instead, we owned two ridiculous pieds à terre. Even students would turn their noses up at the first. The second was uninhabitable thanks to the mess … Continue reading →

I accepted the offer of a place in Paris to undertake a six-month long refresher course in French. Although downhearted at the prospect of a long time apart, TPR kindly accompanied me to France to help me settle in. The … Continue reading →

My high-powered job on Radio 4 required regular trips to London for meetings. Because I needed to be up early the next morning to catch the 05:40 train, I had to consider my sleeping options carefully. The first possibility was … Continue reading →